Erin N. Buckley

Biography

Here's the necessary things you need to understand about me as a poet.
I am a writer who has immense difficulty revising my poetry into a wordplay-less, boring, non-descriptive, imagination-less without inciting vivid visions with my tongue and written poetry.
I am a spoken word artist first.
Second I am a poet. prose and lyric writer
Third I am a free-style rapper who fucking hates practice.
You can find me three seasons of the year in Boston, Quincy or Weymouth.
Now I live in the boonies where I let the madness eat away at my psych-y to write.
I have multiple poetic voices.
I am a vicious activist and opinionated.
You'll discover that as you get to know my artist and invest your time in my work;
I am either a love bug or a vulgar and angry voice that cycles with my mania and depression.
I like when the psychic visions and psychosis make a chemical and spiritual project baby and you can hear the deepest depth of my heartache and my undying belief in love.
I drink to much caffeine and smoke too much nicotine.
I have been an actress, a model, a journalist when I was in college, a tattoo shop girl, a photographer, a graffiti artist and I enjoy the kick push of the skateboard. I can shake my behind and I find freedom in dancing and when I sing. Above all I am a mother, a sister, the main deity of my coven since I was 11., and a friend who takes her relationships so seriously it will be the death of me for I love with ever atom in my body.
I am a Mental Health Survivor and in Recovery from suicidal attempts and romanticism of the easy relief of giving up.
I am and have always been a fighter especially, from my neighborhood. So I gave my mental health all of my fight and my clenched fists turned into peace signs. I am in the fight of my life and my poetry is what keeps me battling every fucking day and I have failed but I have tasted success and I'm addicted to the taste of doing what I love and getting the respect I deserve after being an 18 year long writer.
My advice, if your gut, heart and brain are talking simultaneously follow the direction of your intuition. Every negative comment ever tarnishing your reputation; own the fucking shit out of what your haters say.
They hate it when you smile. I have nothing yet, I am happy. To have air in your lungs and to have survived what I have is poetry lived. I am a masterpiece, I am art.

Samples

The Beginning:
Cover me in blankets
Am I cold or just trembling in your presence?
I have fallen for your soul,
Like a red Merlot.
Love stains the heart and sings
I wear your beat on my sleeve
All I want to do is listen to it’s speak
Curled up all day long
A marathon of our song
You’re everyone’s favorite masterpiece
Once I fall in love
I never fall out
To blossom rather than wilt
The wines been sipped and spilt
Time remains still
Wnd then I’m with you.
-Good Morning.
It's 8 am
I haven't slept
just stayed up all night and wrote
but these early morning hours
writing for 24 hours in mania
next to my girl for years
I learned to appreciate the little things
To have her back in my family
An empowered woman radiating that confidence in-
my presence
and I am blessed to say the least; I am very lucky
My long time sister, actual decade-plus friendship
and I'm drowning in gratitude for the breathe in my lungs and my supporting relationships
I feel like I have so many down ass people I am swimming in old school and traditional love that is taking my pain and mending it
kissing it away every time i witness them create alongside me
and this coffee massaging my taste buds and adrenal glands
My loyalty and love is unconditional fam
un-wavered until, you harm the heart or body of someone I care about like blood
see the family I chose rather than the one I was given is powerful
even more so spiritual
People I would die for, if i'm being real with you
It's your clan and my job is to send in the ears that care
and a voice with a message of remembrance, advice and forgiveness
Living by example
showing them how to hug yourself at night
when your alone and terrified
my life is the reason
You people have learned this wisdom
I slang lessons
so you don't have to live them
So here's my spell: Love
On a snowy,
bitter cold
New England Day and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Outside this window at my desk is a wicked view
one I treasure and have nightmares
of losing it forever
Massachusetts, not for everyone
For the strong and the ones who live by the motto
I don't give a fuck. Breathe. No Drama
Heal that trauma with the taste of your roots
and sing the blues
in or out of tune
as long as your having fun I'm your fan
I do it for yous and my daughter dreams
I live in the struggle
and I shine when the pressure is on
and I have nothing not even a dime-
in my pocket
Whatever I got this
My brothers and sisters live
and I imagine them alive
so i survive
and I don't ask for much-
having less I am fine
My taste for the finer things in ilife
are a sense of humour,
good taste in music
a lover and a fighter like my people
whiskey on the rocks it used to be out of the bottle
a fresh notebook
and the people I love living their dreams
inspiring me
real talk

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